Waiting for the storm.
Tornado warning.
Tornado alarm.
Mariah sleeps now.
Cloud-comforter nestled.
Tip-toe silence
Through the trees...
Baby's breath on
The highest leaves.
Mariah's gown waits
For her awakening...
She will slip it on,
Then trance-dance...
Twisting, whirling
Down from the sky...
Marrying the Earth
With capricious lies.
Still. Too quiet.
Nothing moves.
I wait for the dance.
Mariah slowly wakens.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-the-dance/
